Need Him Like Oxygen (Lombardi Famiglia #2) Read Online Jessica Gadziala

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Mafia, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Lombardi Famiglia Series by Jessica Gadziala
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Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 80471 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 402(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
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And, we learned after Lip admitted it, that Joel had also been sleeping on a couch in his parent’s place. Right there in the center of all their constant arguments. It was no wonder Cinna used to find him passed out in the hall instead.

As for his parents, well, they mostly forgot they had a kid. Save for when tax time came and they wanted the write-off. Never mind that we paid for all of his clothes, food, electronics, interests, and medical care.

Not that his parents mattered for much longer anyway. Joel only had another year before he was free of them for good.

Both of the boys had started working in the convenience store I’d opened at the street level, learning a little responsibility, and giving them a taste for making their own money, with the hopes that it would motivate them to eventually figure out a career for themselves.

I didn’t have the heart to tell Cinna, who believed both kids were destined for college and shit like that, that both Joel and Lip were showing a fuckuva lot of interest in the family business.

“Do you hear that?” Cinna asked, holding up a hand as I walked into the bedroom.

I paused, listening.

“I don’t hear anything.”

“Exactly!” she said, flying off of the bed, and rushing toward me, fingers pulling at clothing until it was in a pile at my feet. “We’re actually alone,” she added, reaching down to fist my cock, stroking me impatiently.

I pulled at her clothing then too until they were heaped next to mine.

Some part of me wanted to take full advantage of an empty house. To get lost in each other for hours.

The other part, though, knew that the sanctuary could be ended at any moment, leaving us needing to try to be quiet, not be overheard.

Sliding my hand down Cinna’s back, I sank my fingers into her ass, pulling upward until she was wrapping her legs around my waist. Then I was turning, walking her backward, and slamming her back against the wall, then surging inside of her, both of us gasping at the sensation.

We were pure feeling then, hands sliding, grabbing, lips crashing, tongues teasing as I fucked her hard and fast through one orgasm before she was demanding I take her to the bed, where she climbed on top, riding me as I enjoyed the view as she bounced and writhed and cried out as she came.

“More,” I said, grabbing her, and rolling her onto her side, facing away from me as I thrust inside of her again, my hand slipping across her throat, applying just the right amount of pressure to increase the sensations as I drove her up and through another orgasm that had her body shuddering hard as she cried out my name.

“I can’t,” she gasped as she came back down, finding me still hard inside of her.

“Yes, you can,” I told her, moving onto my knees, and pulling her onto all fours, reaching into the nightstand for a bottle, then pouring a small bit of lube over her ass, then teasing her with one finger, then another, loving the way she wiggled and whimpered at the sensation.

“Dav, please,” she pleaded, voice a rough whisper.

“Please what?” I asked, fucking her with my fingers harder. “Please fuck your ass?” I asked, spreading my fingers, preparing her.

“Yes, please,” she begged, rocking her ass up toward me.

I fucked her with my fingers for another minute before adding more of the cool liquid as I eased my fingers out, then pressed my cock in, feeling her tightness close around me as I eased in.

Cinna was sucking in deep breaths as her moans got louder, more ragged, as I pressed all the way in and paused.

“Move,” she begged, wiggling back against me.

I didn’t need more encouragement than that.

I fucked her slowly at first, but harder and faster as she begged for it.

My hand slipped between her thighs, working her clit as I fucked her.

“You’re taking my cock so good,” I said, getting a low whimper in response as she got closer and closer, the way her pussy was clenching making her tighten around me too. “Are you going to come with my cock in your ass?” I asked, getting another moan out of her in response just as her pussy started to spasm, the orgasm slamming through her.

“Fuck,” I groaned, thrusting through it, then pulling out, coming hard and hot on her ass as she struggled to catch her breath.

I was still sitting there holding my cock when, a floor below us, the front door flew open, cracking against the wall.

On the mattress, Cinna let out a little laugh as she rolled her upper half over, looking up at me.

“That was really good timing,” she declared, all pink and dewy from the orgasms.

And I knew right that fucking moment that this was the woman I was going to marry.


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